Life styles of the wrinkly and famous

So I am diary pick of the day which is awesome. Yet Mom is still punishing me with the darn hoodie. I guess I should tell you why she is punishing me with clothes.

So Mom let Missy and I downstairs and Missy ran right to the living room and I went straight outside. Mom, Missy and the little dogs were all wrapping presents while I was outside alone. Dad came downstairs and I came inside to check out why Dad was downstairs. Which is when Dad saw it, and started blaming the little dogs. Mom and Grandma gave Dad a confused look and then went to check me out. I have a giant rip in my leg/chest area right now and skin and coat are still hanging from it. Now Mom said "All of the dogs where with us wrapping presents expect for him so stop blaming them." Then she proceeded to panic. She is 95% sure I was running around the Pomegranate tree that they are trying to remove and got snagged on it.

Needless the vet opens up tomorrow so Mom will be calling him first thing in the morning and taking me in because, I will be needing stitches. Until then I am wrapped up with 2x2 gauze, vet wrap and now a stupid hoodie Mom bought just before Missy joined the family. While I am in there they are going to have him check out my back leg cause it keeps swelling randomly and I am getting my teeth cleaned.

My birthday is a week away, Christmas Day to be exact. I am going to have stitches and a bald spot on my birthday and be drowsy leading up to it. This isn't right I tell you. My luck I will be still wearing the darn hoodie on my birthday.